a frog is a mix between a rabbit and a turtle
everything is possible life flows in a circle
like the harvest of the purple myrtle
the frog who leaps nakedly from the sagebush is eternal
the sun is nocturnal, religion is a porno
you've got to mix the frequencies find the invisible path
or one day you'll find your stoned in time, and that it lasts, not
that this is bad
all your friends are mountains all your futures have past
and theres no aftermath,
only this moment, becoming ash, like the druids laugh
becoming dirt, becoming green
different kinds of rays, rays we can eat
its funny that its so seldom seen
we are the sun, whose vibe has been slowed
and green and leafy is how its coals glowed
not too hot and not too cold
our friends on the sun, sing rock and roll
and life like moles in cozy yonatos
and it never snows
its different here, we aren't so hot
we're about atmosphere
feng shui, trees, abstract coral reefs, buddhas in the breeze (and whatnot)
like shining kanji, so many fallen sticks
pour me a cup of tea, we meet our friends in the fire and our
love in the pitch of green,
green dream
oh, how i love to be an earthy witch, (and tricked them all, still
fairly selfless
these wierd preconceptions do not stick
our hearts do start to grow in art
and express the truth of it
though we were wound up and confused
the truth it comes like reds oranges blues
something that we'll never lose
we are not sheep, we are spirits, a heart is its own compass
from deep inside where you can see clearly the true sky
and its all free and good and anarchist
but let us mix, in good spirits
with a lamp of love and queer wondering wondering
universe, everywhere tonight you give birth